I'm dying :( My head feels like it weighs a million pounds. My stupid best friend and her stupid germs. Anyway. Enjoy while I go off and suffer. Sorry for the extra-long wait. I've been working really hard on my mystery. It's pretty much done now, though (I did it last night on my laptop while I was babysitting) and I should have the final copy done by, like, Wednesday, depending on how soon I get it back.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Nudge

So my Soak-Ella-And-Ruin-Her-Oh-So-Perfect-Hair plan had failed. Oh well. Back to the drawing board, I guess. It was only my first attempt at making people suffer for their misdeeds, and for a first go, I thought it went pretty well.

I flopped back on my bed and sighed. How was I supposed to come up with a new plan? That one had been ingenious! Or, at least, it would have been if Ella had hair like mine that took hours to straighten in the morning.

It was time to face the facts. I was no good at pranking.

Of course, there were some in the flock who were…better than I was.

"So, what if we fill her dinner with Laxatives, and she has to excuse herself from the table, and then she has this explosive—"

'Oh, God, Gazzy!" I said. "Ew. No. I just want to make her suffer! God, you're so immature!"

He looked down and mumbled, "I thought it was a good idea."

"Let's think more Ella suffering," I suggested. Gazzy and I were essentially on the same page. At least, I figured, we ought to be, because Ella stole my boyfriend and Gazzy best friend. And you can't just take something like that lying down.

"Okay, so how about we try this," he suggested, pulling out some blueprints from his dresser drawer. "I've been saving this for a special occasion."

I skimmed over the plans. When I'd gotten the just of his idea, I looked up at him, beaming.

"Gazzy, this is pure genius!"

I got to work in my bedroom, making the ammunition for Gazzy's plan. When I looked up finally, I realized that Angel was standing in the doorway. I let out a small yelp.

"Angel!" I gasped, trying to shove the bowl behind me. "W-what are you doing in here?"

"It's my room, too," she reminded me coldly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Why would you plot against Ella? She's never done anything to you."

I felt my blood boiling. "Stay out of my head!" I screeched. "And she has, too." I looked back at my work. "She needs to learn that if you take things from me, I will get even."

"What are you getting even for!" Angel demanded impatiently, slamming the door.

"She stole Iggy from me," I said. Angel's jaw dropped.

"What?" she gasped. "Stole Iggy from…what? That doesn't make sense."

"How does it not make sense?" I asked. "It's simple. Iggy was mine, and then that little whore used her whore mind-tricks to sway him away from me"

"What have you been drinking, stupid juice?" she asked. "That's crazy. You and Iggy were never together."

"No, that's crazy. Anyone with half a brain could know that Iggy and I were together until Little Miss Perfect bounced in."

"Oh, for God's sake," she said, opening the door and, obviously, forgetting what she'd come in for. "Well, just…don't get anyone hurt, okay?"

I ignored her. I had ammunition to prepare.